something is different.


this artificial equilibrium.
a solid, steady balance that no longer tips to the extremes.
no, in fact, it hardly tips at all.
it is not affected by the heaviest melancholy nor by the most uplifting beatitude.
it remains a solitary unit of survival, thoughts and emotions wavered by no other.
this artificial equilibrium i call adaptive functioning.
i used to think this was the best way everyone should live their life.
independent and invincible.
no one could touch you, none could hurt you.
but you become cold, detached, emotionless, even cruel; nothing is real or lasting anymore.
the 'ability' to empathize is but a knowing, rather than an understanding.
i abandoned it sixteen months ago.
but it seems like a good thing to return to now.


be silent.
put it back in the bag.
its way out there.


something is different.
success, i now function like you.


i can feel it coming in the air tonight
well the hurt doesnt show
but the pain still grows
its no stranger to you and me.

perfection at 2:20 PM